Behind the Bar
Behind the bar as i
stood alone with my
thought
I could see the life
of my people
In misery and agony
fighting for
freedom.
How they are
humiliated and
discriminated
By the leaders in
their own
fatherland.
My mouth failed me
for words
My eyes detested my
tears.
How could it be so?
We are bore of the
same mother
Then why do we have
to discriminate
Leave behind those
we call brothers?
Leave them top
suffer and beg for
food
When we have enough
to eat and drink.
What would Zik of
Africa say of his
effort
When he watch from
beyond?
What would Gani
fawehinmi say when
he sees no
Dividend of
democracy he fought
for?
What sound would
Awolowo tears
produce
When he sees all his
effort gone?
What eyes would
Tafawa Look us with?
Yes we have done
nothing in our
humble land
We've done our
people no good and
we all know that.
My ears are
deafening because
they have heard
enough
Of the promises and
deceit.
It will only take
Nigerians to build
Nigeria.
The innocent are
held by the guilty
ones,
Then why do we
strife for goodness
When there is no
room for goodness.
I pray gently for
mercy behind this
"monsterous" bar.
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2014
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